Build your own adventure

[robinbloke]

You are standing outside a low stone building, there is a single door on this side that looks to be made of wood and metal. Behind you a trail winds back down the hill and away into the distance. It is approaching nightfall, the sun is tinging the sky and clouds pink with it's dying rays.
What do you do?

I will write you a "build your own adventure" style story if you leave a comment, just ask for a genre and give me a brief description of yourself and then say what you want to do, the rest will unfold...

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[karohemd.livejournal.com]

I look him straight in the eyes (or try to).
"Good evening. My name is Borgam, son of Borgon. Your master is expecting me. I have found what he seeks."

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

The uh, creature, scratches his chin, "'Ave you now?" it replies, "I ain't be hearing your name b'fore so..." his face pauses for a moment as his eyes cross, "Bah."
The door slams shut and you hear the noise of very many bolts being opened, the door creaks open and the creature pops his head around the corner, "Come inside then, don't you be touching nuffink."

[karohemd.livejournal.com]

'I know better to touch anything in this forsaken house', I think, take a deep breath and enter, concentrating on the back of the ratfaced thing in front of me and follow it, fighting the urge to look left or right.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

The creature pads on oversized hairy feet up some winding stairs, around more times than you can actually remember; there is no rail and below you the tower falls out of sight. Worrying.
It finally stops at an unremarkable section of blank wall and knocks, there is a shimmering and a door appears which opens...

[karohemd.livejournal.com]

On my way up, I keep looking straight on, gripping the rail tight (if there is one) but will try to not let my claustrophobia show.
I wait for the servant to show me in or for a call from inside.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

The creature sniffs and waves you through, "Go on, get in, e' ain't got all day."
After a moments pause it stomps off down the tower and quickly out of sight. Inside the room is all manner of flasks, bowls, pipes, cages containing all manner of beasts and... things. You can hear some shuffling behind a bookshelf.

[karohemd.livejournal.com]

I walk in, careful not to brush against any tables or shelves, and clear my throat.
"I have what you seek."
With one hand I reach into the pouch on my belt, the other moves carefully towards the obsidian dagger hidden in the folds of my robe, just in case.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

The muttering grows louder and an ancient looking dwarf walks around the corner of the bookshelf. He sets a tomb down on a table, dislodging several other things and a pile of dust. He pauses and adjusts his seeing glasses and peers at you,
"Do you now?" he asks in a gruff, annoyed voice, "Well, out with it then I haven't got all day."

[karohemd.livejournal.com]

I remove the pouch from the belt and throw it onto the nearest table. As it lands it opens completely and its contents fall out. At first glance, it looks like an old, rotten root but as the light from the candles flare at one point, one can clearly see dwarven features among the bits of earth and grass.
"Here. Now give me my reward and our paths will never cross again."

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

The old dwarf sniffs and shuffles over to the bag, leaning forward to a closer look, muttering as he moves.
"You young 'uns, always in a rush, never time for anything... hmmmm..."
His fingers twitch, and you could swear you saw one of the faces on the root blink.
He straightens and looks at you, peering over his glasses, "This is it, hmmmm, gold wasn't it." he shakes his head, "Petty goals, young 'un... do me another service... and I shall give you some crystals with worth greter than any petty metal."

[karohemd.livejournal.com]

"Old man, I believe your memory has failed you again. This *is* my second service and you owe me not gold but an ounce of the finest moondust, as previously agreed."

My hand creeps further into the folds of my robe to grip the haft of the dagger tightly.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

The old dwarf snorts. "And your young rashness would have you turned into a charred toad if your hand so much moves an inch more on that little penknife of yours."
The dwarf turns around and gives you a dour smile, "Moondust? When last time you were here you destroyed an experiment that I'd been working on for nigh on a year? I think you might want to carefully consider your position, young 'un."

[karohemd.livejournal.com]

It is my time to snort.
"Again, you're mistaking me for someone else. It was your useless apprentice, now well digested by the stomachs of a pack of wolves after he was caught by the trap he had so cunningly set for me two weeks ago.
Spare me your idle threats, old man. Give me my due and I'll be off and won't have that letter delivered. I think this will put me in a rather strong permission."
With a mocking smile, I muster the old dwarf carefully.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

The old dwarf shakes his head and snorts once again, "You are too young to make threats, young 'un. Be careful who you threaten, people who can send you screaming nightmares are not to be trifled with." he turns and throws a small bag in front of your boots, "Here, take this moondust and all that it entails, may it bring you all the trouble and strife the legends say." He picks up a small cracked twig and pokes at a rat in a nearby cage before turning back to you, "Now get out before I throw you out the window." his eyes darken to black pits, and the air around you crackles faintly, static making your beard bristle.

[karohemd.livejournal.com]

I quickly catch the bag, before it can hit the ground, check the contents briefly and without another word, leave the room quickly.